Writing Wrongs

August 09, 2004

After nearly eight years, I no longer work at my former place of employment (to keep it generic for now). And I have to admit, it feels very strange to know that tomorrow I’m not getting up to go to work. I won’t drive there. And while I was only a contractor, I was there forever, especially in contractor terms--an institution practically, as one of the guys put it.

Fact: Performing an institutional knowledge brain download in two hours is not possible.

The guys (not the gals) took me out to lunch, well lunch at the cafeteria. At least I didn’t have to pay. We talked and actually laughed, and they were cool being with me. I think it’s that military thing again. I “took it like a man”: no tears, merely a shoulder shrug. In the end, what else can you do?

Yeah, I felt close to tears, and maybe those will come. Eight years is the longest I’ve spent at any job. And this one was supposed to be temporary. A gig for a single end-user software manual turned into an eight year affair.

I’m going to miss my “lucky” post office and the ritual of dropping off my manuscripts there during lunch. All the guys who worked the counter there knew me as well. Writers are a superstitious lot, probably because so little is in our actual control. A post office with good vibes is very important. Maybe I’ll find one while mailing résumés.

Writing Progress: Not bad, all things considered. I wrote and revised an article on writing contests this past week. Sent it off at 10:00 a.m. on Sunday and had an acceptance by 4:00 p.m. I’d say that was the fastest turnaround time ever, except the query for this article was initially rejected. The “craft of writing” staff went through a turnover and the new staff found my old query and wanted the article. Just goes to show you: “No” doesn’t always mean “no.”

I’m also gearing up for revising Accidental Cheerleader.

What I’m reading: The Last Time They Met and Smile, Please! Say Cheese! to Kyra, over, and over, and over again.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 4:03 p.m.